Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2005 00:31:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: James T.
Subject: Master Jonathan - Chapter Eight
This is the last chapter in the series. Thanks for
all your comments and great emails. I intend to move
on to a different kind of story next time.
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Master Jonathan - Chapter Eight
"What is going on, James," Jonathan asked his butler,
on hearing yelling and the sounds of a struggle coming
from the playroom.
"Not sure, sir, but I will go check," answered the
butler as he hurriedly left for the playroom.
Jonathan moved to follow him but stopped when his
naked bitch, Robert came running toward him, a bloody
hand covering his nose and right cheek. Jonathan
grabbed him by the arm and stopped him. Pulling the
young man's hand away from his face revealed a bloody,
and likely broken nose along with a puffy eye.
"What happened, Robert?" asked Jonathan softly, trying
to calm down the terrorized young man.
"He hit me, sir. He was trying to shove his hand in
me and when I couldn't relax enough he hit me really
hard with his fist," answered Robert, almost at the
point of tears.
"You're safe now, baby. No one is going to hit you
again," said Jonathan, gently touching the puffy eye
and stroking the boy's cheek. We'll get you to a
doctor right away and you'll be fine."
As Jonathan was calming his bitch down his two burly
security guards dragged the boy's attacker into the
front room. He was struggling, but even at 6'2 and
280 pounds he was no match for Jonathan's security
guards. Behind them stood the butler, clearly
distressed with the commotion interrupting his
orderly household.
"James, please see to Robert's injuries. Call Doctor
Epson and tell him I want my boy well taken care of.
If he as to call in specialists he needn't check
first, just do it."
"Very well, sir," answered the butler as he led the
frightened young man away.
Jonathan stood before the panting man, still being
held by each arm in the firm grasp of his subduers.
Jonathan looked the man up and down, studying his big
frame. He was dark and very hairy, with massive thick
legs and arms and a belly that although big, did not
seem out of place. The term barrel chested fit him
well. The man stood there passively, but displaying
no fear or remorse. Indeed, in his own mind he
couldn't understand what the big deal was. He was
fucking a submissive bitch who pissed him off.
Hitting was what you had to do to get them back in
line. How else could you control the fucking cunts if
you didn't hit them once in a while. Hell, one good
hit and you never had problems with them again. This
big commotion made no sense.
"What exactly was that all about, Peter?" Jonathan
asked?
"The little cunt wouldn't relax her pussy for my fist.
I told her twice and she kept pulling back, so I had
no choice. Big fucking deal, it's just a stupid
cunt," he answered, smirking.
"I see," said Jonathan moving in a little closer.
"The only reason you are in this house is a favor to
my good friend Adam. He told me you understood about
this sort of thing and would enjoy my harem and
entertain my bitch's nicely. I don't usually bring
outsiders into my harem, but I made an exception for
Adam because he has done me many favors in the past.
Jonathan stared into the eyes of his guest and could
see no fear at all, just a cold emptiness.
"I think I made it very clear when I invited you in
that one of the single most important rules here was
about violence. A slap or a spank on the ass is
understandable and even encouraged. But, closed fist
hitting is unacceptable. I don't allow that under any
circumstance."
"Well, that's your fucking way," spat Peter. "It's
bullshit. When I am fucking a bitch she better know
who's in control, and a good smack once in a while
has a way of focusing her mind. Now, tell your boys
here to let me go and I'll fucking leave. This place
has too many fucking rules, anyway.
"Unfortunately, it's not that simple. You see, my
brood exists under my protection. The reason they
love me and give themselves to me is because they know
I will protect them in the same way I control them.
I'm sure it's difficult for you to understand, but
it's a two way street, kind of a trade, as it were.
They give their bodies and spirit to me and in return
they get a wonderful home, a secure future and
protection from pigs like you. If I let you go
without some sort of justice for my baby that you
hurt, they could lose trust in me. "
"Fuck you," yelled peter, and cocking his head back he
let fly with a long glob of spit, hitting Jonathan
right in the chest. As the wad of spit slowly ran
down his chest, Jonathan locked eyes with the man and
stared coldly.
After about 15 seconds the man averted his eyes.
Jonathan reached down and grabbed him by the balls
causing his victim to jerk back. Jonathan, prepared
for the reaction, moved back with him, not releasing
his grasp.
"Relax, I am not going to hurt you. I'm just
checking," said Jonathan calmly.
Pulling the man's ball sack out from under his thick
cock he examined it. Peter had what would commonly
called low hangers. These were particularly low, low
hangers. Jonathan cupped them in his hands. His
balls were the size of small plums and cradled in a
low hanging bag of dark wrinked flesh.
"This will work well," said Jonathan, almost to
himself.
Moving over to a small teak desk in the corner of the
ante-room he opened the top drawer and took out a
small, thick leather ring. It resembled a dog collar
for a ridiculously small dog, but in place of the
buckle was a snap. Throughout the leather ring were
sections of elastic which allowed the ring to stretch
easily to accommodate slightly larger sizes.
"I am going to put this on your nut sack. Don't
struggle or my guards will subdue you in ways you
won't like. This will not hurt.
Peter did not struggle simply from confusion and
relief Jonathan had not pulled a knife from the desk.
As Jonathan approached his victim he opened the
leather collar by pulling on a small snap. Reaching
down, he placed it around the highest part of Peter's
scrotum, then snapped it shut and moved it around to
make sure it wasn't too tight.
Stepping back, Jonathan looked into Peter's face.
"This is designed to be flexible enough to allow for
comfort and proper blood circulation." Reaching into
the same bag which held the collar he removed a small
remote. He pointed it at Peter's cock and pressed a
red button.
Peter's head flew back and he let out a long,
anguished "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhkkkkkkkk." His body
went rigid and shook for a few seconds, then with
knees buckling he collapsed, falling on the floor as
his subduers let go of his arms. He laid on the floor
panting and holding his balls with both hands.
"Oh, God, what was that. Oh God, Oh God, that hurt so
much."
Jonathan waited for the writhing mass on the floor to
calm down and return to a more normal breathing
pattern. "That is what you will feel if you do not
obey me, or if you try to remove the collar. You
will remain my guest for the next week or so at which
time the collar will be removed. Whether you ever
experience that pain again is completely up to you,
but aside from that pain no other harm will come to
you. By the way. I have no idea what the long term
effects of constantly running high amps through your
scrotum might be, so I recommend compliance." Jonathan
smiled as he passed on that little bit of advice.
"James, get Phillip and Ruben for me, will you?"
Jonathan asked his butler.
As James went to fulfill his master's request the two
guards lifted the panting man to his feet and stood
him up, no long holding him by the arms.
"Oh, yes, one more thing," Jonathan said smiling
again. "This is what happens when you respond like a
good little bitch." Jonathan pointed the remote at
Peters cock and pressrf a large blue button.
Peter's head slowly rolled back and he let out a soft
moan. He put his arms out to his sides seeking some
balance from the men on either side of him. They took
his arms and held him as he slightly thrust his pelvis
forward. His cock began to immediately thicken and
rise and within a few seconds had reached it's full
state of 9 inches of thick meat. Jonathan held down
on the blue button as Peter's pelvis thrust back and
forth, seemingly fucking the air. After just a few
moments a long drool of cum poured from his cock and
formed a pool on the floor. Jonathan released the
blue button and the rigid cock slowly went flaccid.
Peter's head fell forward, his mouth open, his chin
resting on his chest.
"Amazing how close pain and pleasure are, isn't it,"
said Jonathan to no one in particular. "Only a matter
of the number of amps," he chuckled.
As Peter returned to recovered from the unexpected
orgasm, Phillip and Ruben entered. "Yes, Daddy, what
do you need?" they asked Jonathan, while staring at
Peter's dripping flaccid cock and the pool of cum
between his legs.
"Ahh, my two favorite babies," said Jonathan as he
squeezed Ruben's smooth bottom. "Take our guest and
give him a good hot bath. Scrub him good and then
give him one of your wonderful full body massages.
Tease him as you wish, but don't let him cum, ok?
Also, don't you think a waxing is in order? Just
from his waist to his upper thighs. I kind of like
the hairy look, but would prefer not to fuck a hairy
pussy. "
Jonathan was prepared for the reaction by Peter and as
he lunged, he was given a sudden, but short jolt,
bringing him screaming to his knees. Jonathan handed
the remote device to Phillip and said "I think he'll
be much easier to handle now."
The two giggling young men giggled as they helped
Peter to his feet and led led to the baths. As they
walked him down the hallway Jonathan could see them
running their fingers through the thick hair on his
upper back.
Jonathan spent the rest of the day analyzing the
situation and working a plan he felt had the best
chance of success at subjugating Peter. It was clear
to Jonathan that sometime during his childhood Peter
had allowed violence and sexual gratification to
overlap. There was a point at which for Peter the two
were one and the same. It would probably take years
of psychotherapy for Peter to figure out where that
came from and then change it, but like most sexual
predilections, he most likely derived so much pleasure
from his sexual violence, changing it voluntarily was
not something he was going to do. On the other hand,
having such a deep seated and powerful sexual drive
could work in Jonathan's favor. He would be much
easier to break because his fetish for violent sex was
so well defined and narrow. Jonathan doubted Peter
had ever allowed himself to even explore other kinds
of sexual roles, and that was the key for Jonathan.
Furthermore, breaking him down with humiliation would
create a blank slate on which Jonathan could write
anything he wanted.
Jonathan rarely used the ball collar on a potential
bitch. Jonathan preferred to subjugate men with the
power of his mind and his ability to understand other
men's needs. But this case was unique. Peter was
violent and Jonathan needed a practical way to control
that violence. He would not use the collar to get
obedience, but he would use it if Peter even made a
move to strike out.
That evening he had 4 of his bitches join him in the
pit. He arranged them on the outer perimeter of the
pit as observers. He told them they were free to
masturbate if the urge came upon them, as he knew it
certainly would. Jonathan knew that having an
audience of submissive bitches would humiliate Peter
more than he had ever been humiliated in his life.
When all was ready, Peter was brought to the pit by
James. The time spent in the bath had left Peter
looking quite different. He was hairless from his
waist to his upper thighs. The bath boys had done a
very good job of waxing him so there was no clear line
where the hair ended and the smooth skin began.
Without the massive tangle of pubic hair, Peter's cock
looked impressive. Flaccid, it hung down thickly over
his heavy collared nutsack. Even with his round
belly, his cock seemed large. His hair, normally
oily and tangled from lack of attention was clean and
shiny. He was clean shaven except for a thick walrus
mustache.
He seemed comfortable naked, but that was most likely
because everyone, including Jonathan, was naked. He
stepped into the pit and stayed at the far end looking
around the room at the bitches with their cocks in
various states of arousal. His eyes came to rest on
Jonathan and he smirked. Jonathan called him to come
closer and he responded with a low "fuck you."
Jonathan held up the small remote and pointed it at
Peter's balls. Jonathan saw the instant look of fear
in Peter's eyes and put his finger on the red button.
Peter, pretending to be unimpressed simply walked over
to Jonathan and stood in front of him and said "well,
I guess I got no choice, you are holding all the
cards."
Jonathan's reaction was immediate. He pulled back his
hand and slapped Peter across the face with the palm
of his hand.
"You will address me as Sir or Master, and you will
stop immediately with the insolence."
Peter put his hand to his face and glared at Jonathan,
unsure of what to do. His instinct was to attack, but
that would be suicide. In his conflicted state, he
just stood there, glaring.
"Say, Yes Sir, now," ordered Jonathan.
Peter just stared, saying nothing.
Jonathan immediately slapped Peter again. "Say, Yes
sir, NOW."
This time the look of rage was gone from Peter's eyes
and was replaced by confusion and fear. He was trying
to adapt to this new situation but he had few coping
skills. Violence would have been his only reaction in
the past, but that was not an option for him now.
Jonathan went to pull his hand back and Peter
immediately bumbled, "Yes, sir."
Jonathan slapped him again. "Don't bumble. Now, one
more time."
This time the response was clear and loud. "YES,
SIR."
"Much better," said Jonathan, moving in close. "There
is no need for discipline if you simply understand I
am in control and you obey instantly. I will not
activate the ball collar unless you resort to
violence. But, I think you have figured that out
already. I appreciate your self control," said
Jonathan, smiling.
"You are probably wondering, with some fear, what is
in store for you. Let me put your mind at ease.
You will be allowed to leave in a few days. If you
follow my rules and obey me at all times absolutely no
harm will come to you. In fact, the sooner you submit
to me, body and soul, the sooner you will come to
enjoy some unique and wonderful pleasures But, that
is completely up to you. What is going to happen in
the next few days is going to happen regardless of
whether you like it or not. I suggest you go with it,
and open your mind to accepting it, otherwise it will
not be as pleasant as it could be."
Jonathan paused, waiting for a reaction he knew would
come from Peter. Finally, Peter spoke, "what are you
going to do to me?"
Jonathan could hear the rage in his voice, but also
detected an underlying fear. That was good. His
confusion and mixed emotions would make it easier for
Jonathan to subjugate him.
"Going to do to you, WHAT?" asked Jonathan, his hand
moving up slightly as if preparing to slap.
The response was instant, but tinged with sarcasm, "do
to me, SIR."
"That's better, bitch," said Jonathan, detecting an
immediate reaction of rage at being called, bitch.
"Over the next few days," began Jonathan, "I will be
using you for my pleasure. I will fuck you, finger
you, make you suck my cock, make you swallow my cum,
and even fill your mouth with my hot piss. You will
also use your tongue to pleasure my asshole."
Jonathan paused, letting it all sink in, watching
Peter's eyes for a reaction. All he saw was more
fear, and less rage. It probably wasn't fear of being
fucked, because while he may not like it, he would
live through it. It was fear of the humiliation he
would feel from everything Jonathan told him was going
to happen. His identity, weak as it was, was wrapped
up in being a dominant and violent top. To have the
tables turned so quickly and dramatically would leave
him rudderless, his identity under attack. Jonathan
was quite certain his identity wouldn't survive, and
that's when he could replace it with something else.
Jonathan put his hand on Peter's shoulder and pushed
down on it, and said "Let's get started."
Peter had a pleading look in his eye but seeing the
look of calm determination on Jonathan's face, he
dropped to his knees. Jonathan took his flaccid cock
in his hand and placed it up against Peter's lips.
With his other hand behind Peter's head he held him in
place and said softly, "Open up."
Peter squinted his eyes and parted his lips enough so
that Jonathan could slip his soft cock into his mouth.
Even flaccid Jonathan's cock was big enough to slip
to the back of Peter's throat, causing an instant gag
reaction. Jonathan pulled back a little and gently
rubbed the back of Peter's head reassuringly.
"Suck on it, and it will help keep you from gagging, "
Peter began to suck with some hesitation, and could
feel Jonathan's cock begin to grow. Jonathan eased
back as he allowed his cock to blossom in Peter's
mouth. He would train him in deep throat techniques
over the next few days, but for now it could wait.
For now, it was the act of sucking a cock that was
having the desired effect on Peter.
Jonathan held about three inches of cock in his mouth,
and spoke to him as Peter sucked on the thick meat.
"That's it, Bitch. Suck that cockhead. You really
know how to use that tongue on a cock, don't you? You
are going to make some man very happy some day, aren't
you? You'll see, in a few days you'll become the
perfect little submissive bitch. Then, I'll give you
away to a man who will take you home and make you his
bitch wife. You are going to give him such pleasure
with that mouth. I wonder if your cunt is as hot and
wet as your mouth? I bet it is, isn't it? I can't
wait to find out. But keep sucking that cock. I'm
getting close now and I want to watch you swallow your
masters sperm. I'm gonna fill your little bitch belly
with man seed."
Peter raised his eyes and looked at Jonathan. His
eyes were pleading for him not to cum in his mouth.
That was what bitches did and he wasn't a bitch. He
didn't want to be a bitch and swallowing cum would be
the worst possible humiliation, particularly in front
of an audience. He looked around the room and could
see all the naked bitches staring at him, their mouths
half open, their eyes half shut in crazed lust.
Several of them were jacking their cocks, and one was
using his own cum as a lubricant to jack a second
time.
Suddenly, Jonathan let go with a long shot of cum deep
into Peter's mouth. From the angle he was sucking the
thick eruption hit the roof of his mouth and spashed
down on the back of his tongue. Jonathan immediately
pulled out of Peter's mouth and said "swallow."
Peter took a big gulp, not because of Jonathan's
command, but because with so much cum in the back of
his throat swallowing was the only recourse next to
choking.
Jonathan grabbed Peter by the hair and with his other
hand aimed his cock at Peter's lips. "Open your mouth
wide, NOW."
Peter hesitated and the next stream of the thick
creamy liquid hit him on the lips and ran down his
chin.
"You stupid cunt, open your fucking mouth," yelled
Jonathan, shaking his head by the hank of hair in his
hand.
Peter opened his mouth and Jonathan fired the next
rope of hot cum inside his mouth. It hit him in the
back of his throat and forced an immediate and
powerful gag response. Jonathan let go of his hair
and Peter pitched forward, coughing up gobs of white
semen mixed with his own spit.
Jonathan stood there looking down at his victim.
"That was sloppy. I'm being tolerant tonight.
Normally, disobedience and spilled cum all at the same
time bring instant discipline. But, I am feeling
generous tonight and will let it go. However, it
will not happen again." Throwing him a towel, he said
"clean up, then lay on that bench over there."
Peter was totally humiliated. He was way past anger
at this point. He just wanted out of there. None of
this had felt good or been at all erotic. All his
rage had disappeared and he felt like a child who was
being punished for shoplifting.
He wiped all the cum off his face then laid on the
bench as Jonathan had instructed. He was no longer
able to defy or protest. He just wanted this night to
be over and the sooner he did what Jonathan asked the
sooner it would be over.
Jonathan stepped over the bench so he was straddling
Peter's head. Looking down, his own cock partially
blocked his view of Peter's face. He moved forward
slightly and flexed his knees, lowering his ass closer
to Peter's face.
"Spread me open and tongue me," he ordered Peter.
Peter hesitated, the approaching humiliation being
more than he could process. Jonathan reached down to
one of Peter's nipples and grabbed it between his
thumb and forefinger. He started to twist as he
commanded "Do it, NOW."
Peter moaned and reached up and spread Jonathan's ass,
exposing the tight little wrinkled circle of muscle.
As soon as Jonathan felt the cool air hit his hole he
lowered it down to Peter's mouth. With some
hesitation, Peter let the tip of his tongue barely
touch the outer edges of Jonathan's asshole. Jonathan
held his position, letting him explore before
demanding penetration. Jonathan reached down and
grabbed Peter's cock and gently stroked it. It stayed
completely flaccid, the humiliation and degradation
robbing Peter of all ability to become aroused.
"Deeper," ordered Jonathan, and Peter immediately
obeyed, his tongue pushing past the tight muscle and
penetrating a half inch into Jonathan's rectum.
Jonathan continued stroking Peter's cock and then
looking at the bitch holding the remote he nodded.
The bitch pointed it at Peter's cock and pressed the
blue button. The reaction was immediate. A long deep
moan escaped from deep in Peter's chest. Peter's cock
almost instantly grew to it's full glory, throbbing
and leaking precum within seconds. Jonathan nodded at
the bitch and he let go of the button. Jonathan could
feel Peter's body relax, but his cock stayed hard.
As Jonathan stroked his cock he would occasionally
signal the bitch who would give Peter a few seconds of
intense arousal. His cock was hard and throbbing from
the stimulation. He had also began to probe
Jonathan's ass with increased vigor. Pushing his
tongue deep and even reaching his hands up to
Jonathan's upper thighs and pulling him down hard on
his mouth.
Jonathan signaled the bitch to press the blue button,
then motioned one of the others to come over. No
direction was needed, as the bitch understood exactly
what Jonathan wanted. He put his mouth over Peter's
cock in order to catch the cum and keep it from
spraying all over Jonathan. Jonathan gave Peter's
cock a few long tight stroke, then felt his body go
rigid, his tongue pushing way into his ass, and a long
high pitched muffled noise come from his throat. The
bitch on his cock started swallowing and took 5 or 6
deep swallowed before pulling away from his cock with
a last hard suck.
Jonathan climbed off Peter and looked down at the
prone man. His eyes were closed and he looked very
relaxed. His mouth was shiny with spit and ass juice.
Jonathan was satisfied with the progress he had made
in one evening. The urgency with which he tongued him
as his orgasm approached was a good sign. A few more
evenings like this and he would be begging for more.
The next night was the same set up. Different bitches
were invited in order to spread the fun around. While
Peter had had time to regroup mentally, he was not the
same man as the night before. The rage was gone from
his face and there was some acceptance and confusion
visible. He had decided he would go along with
everything and then when it was all over he would
simply go back to his old life. After all, no one but
Jonathan and a few bitches would know what had gone on
in the mansion. It would be nothing more than a bad
time and he would get over it. He would simply go
along, even fake pleasure if necessary so that
Jonathan would let him go soon.
When Peter was brought to him Jonathan could see the
change. He wasn't yet subdued nor prepared to really
give himself to Jonathan, but it was just a matter of
time.
Jonathan was seated in a big comfortable chair and had
Peter come over and kneel in front of him . He held
his chin in his hand and said "tonight you are going
to learn to take my entire cock. You will work it
with your tongue, lips, and throat and if you do it
well your reward will be a belly full of thick cock
juice. Do EXACTLY as I tell you and this will be
easy."
It wasn't as easy as Jonathan hoped and he had to
discipline him a few times with some hard slaps, but
after 40 minutes of training he was sliding his cock
deep down his throat. Occasionally, Jonathan thought,
he even detected a look of pleasure on his face.
Eventually, Jonathan decided to let himself cum. He
could feel it rising at the base of his cock and let
go. Just before he released his first load he
signaled the bitch with the remote and gave Peter his
first taste of the collar for the evening. Peters
eyes rolled back in pleasure as he continued to suck
and tongue Jonathan's cock. As Jonathan's cum spewed
out his cock slit Peter experienced his own powerful
orgasm and between swallows of the gooey sperm he
moaned with deep pleasure.
As they each settled back from the orgasms Jonathan
grabbed Peter's head in his hands and looked him in
the eyes. "That wasn't so bad, was it, baby?"
Peter lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly,
wanting to respond to his new master but not wanting
to admit he might have enjoyed it.
"Come here," said Jonathan, pulling Peter up and
directing him to lay face down across his lap. Peter
complied, confused about what might be coming next.
Jonathan reached next to his chair and picked up a
bottle of his favorite coconut cream lube. He put a
big dollop on his finger tips then ran his hand deep
down between Peter's big round ass cheeks. He smeared
the lube liberally between his cheeks, creating a
slick area that would allow for easy penetration with
his hands. Jonathan placed the bottle on the floor
and started rubbing his hands between Peter's ass,
letting his finger tips graze across his tight little
virgin sphincter. Peter was conflicted between
clenching himself shut or raising his ass to invite
further probing.
Jonathan stopped his finger at the entrance to the
little wrinkled hole. As he gently circled it Peter
let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Bitch?" asked Jonathan. "You
have a nice tight little cunt there. I can't wait to
breed it. "
Peter was not quite ready to accept getting fucked and
with the words "breed it" he flinched, pulling has ass
away from Jonathan's finger. Jonathan immediately
slapped his ass hard, then swung again, and again,
landing 5 blows on his full globes. He was stunned to
see Peter raising his ass up to meet his hand, almost
welcoming the blows. When he stopped spanking him he
gently rubbed his hands across the bright red cheeks
of his ass. As he gently caressed him he heard Peter
say "I'm sorry, daddy."
Jonathan smiled. He had found the opening and by
sheer luck had exploited it. Deep down, for whatever
reason, this man wanted to be controlled by a father
figure. His violence and aggressiveness were the
confusion between what he needed and what he thought
was expected of him. This had been almost too easy.
"Are you going to obey your Daddy from now on?" asked
Jonathan, with an authoritative tone.
"Yes, sir, anything you want."
Jonathan moved his fingers down between his bitches
ass cheeks and forced a finger inside. Peter moaned
and raised his ass in the air, giving himself to
Jonathan.
Jonathan, pushed Peter gently off his lap and stood
up. Looking at Peter, he said, "I think it's time to
take you to bed and breed you. Are you ready to
submit to me completely?"
"Yes, Sir, completely"
Jonathan led Peter to his room and had him lay in the
center of the bed. He lowered the lights, closed the
door, and climbed on the bed with Peter. Taking Peter
in his arms he kissed him full on the mouth, sliding
his tongue deep to the back of his throat. Peter
responded, wrapping his massive hairy arms around
Jonathan's back and pulling him to him. His cock was
hard and pressed against Jonathan's leg.
Jonathan pulled away from the kiss, and reaching down
unsnapped the ball collar and tossed it in the corner.
"We won't need this anymore. You are my bitch now."
Jonathan climbed between Peter's massive hairy legs
and wrapped his arms around them, pulling them forward
as he bent over his new bitch. His cock was poised at
the entrance to Peter's virgin hole. Jonathan looked
down into Peter's face and said "you will do whatever
I ask and not resist nor complain. This is going to
hurt for a while, but then the pleasure will come and
the pain will be forgotten. Now, open your mouth."
With a puzzled look on his face Peter opened his
mouth. Jonathan spat a great big wad of saliva into
Peter's mouth to show him he could do whatever he
wanted, at any time. It was powerful show of
strength.
"Swallow it," ordered Jonathan
Peter swallowed it then felt a sudden powerful
explosion of pain rip through his guts as Jonathan
sank his cock balls deep into his virgin bitch.
Jonathan held his cock in place while his bitch moaned
and groaned in agony. The attempts to eject the
invading cock simply added to Jonathan's pleasure as
the muscles contracted around his cock, massaging it
gently.
Within a few minutes the moaning and groaning stopped
and Peter became very still. Slowly, with short
little thrusts, Jonathan began fucking in and out of
his bitch. At first Peter resisted a little bit, but
eventually he spread his legs wide and accepted the
cock into his tight cunt.
The strokes got longer and faster and soon both were
panting, their thighs slapping together as they
rutted. Jonathan was in a state of complete bliss.
His favorite moments of all were when a bitch had
totally submitted and was surrendering his pussy to
his master. The sense of power and sheer eroticism
was almost drug like. This bitch was special. This
bitch looked powerful and dominant, with the big hair
arms and legs and an ass that was meant for thrusting,
not for breeding. When he penetrated deep into this
bitch there was a lot of skin contact. His bitch's
thighs practically enveloped the sides of Jonathan's
torso and even with the bitch's efforts to spread his
legs wide and surrender his cunt to Jonathan, he
couldn't keep his thighs from pressing against his
master's rib cage.
Jonathan stopped the breeding long enough to flip his
bitch over and pull him up on his hands and knees. He
grabbed his hips and mounted his cunt, going balls
deep with one long stroke. The bitch pulled his head
back and let out a long deep moan of pleasure.
"Oh yeah, fuck your hot bitch. Give me that Daddy
cock, deep in my tight little pussy. Fill me with
cum, Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MY CUNT. FUCK MEEEEEE"
yelled Peter, in a frenzy of lust.
"I own you, bitch," said Jonathan, his words coming
between pants. "I'm going to make you the hottest
little fuck toy slut that ever was. Your going to beg
for cock, and cum, and piss from every master who
wants to breed you. You little fuck cunt, you slut,
you whore, you cum dump. Oh yeah, milk my big cock,
bitch. Milk it, milk it, oh yesssssss."
As Jonathan continued to fuck him like a bitch dog, he
reached around Peter's stomach and grabbed his rigid
cock. He stroked the hard shaft a few times, then
reached down and fondled his distended nutsack,
squeezing it to the point of almost causing pain, then
backing off. He could feel the cum churning in his
balls, desperate for release, and simply waiting for
permission.
Jonathan reached for Peter's head and grabbed a
handful of hair, pulling his head back and pounding
his cock in and out of his cunt. Peter moaned and
groaned at the thrusting and the total submission he
was experiencing. He was letting go and allowing a
more powerful man to own him. He had never
experienced this before and he sensed it was
something permanent. For the moment, all he knew was
that the urge to cum was overpowering, but that he had
to wait for permission from his master. He knew the
orgasm would be much more intense if he did it with
his master's permission.
Jonathan flipped Peter over on his back and climbed
between his legs. "Time for breeding, bitch," he said
as he pushed his cock all the way in. He pulled
Peter's legs up, thrust deep, then held it.
Jonathan's head went back and he groaned as the first
geyser of sperm exploded from his cock and washed down
the walls of Peter's rectum. Peter could feel the
heat from the fluid deep in his bowels.
Suddenly Jonathan pulled his cock out and kneeled
between Peter's legs. He took his own cock in his
hand and stroked down the slippery pole in a long
deliberate motion. A thick long rope of sperm shot
from his cock and fell across Peter's face and ran
down the length of his torso, to his cock. Peter
grabbed his own cock and started jacking as Jonathans
second explosion hit the pillow next to his head and
extended across his chest.
With only two or three strokes Peter started to cum.
His own load, while not as heavy as Jonathan's was
nonetheless quite massive, and soon both were laying
thick streams of cum all over Peter's face and chest.
The smell of fresh man cum filled the room. The sound
of the splattering cum hitting Peter was highly erotic
and only added to Jonathan's pleasure. His finally
eruption flew high in the air and landed directly on
Peter's lips and chin. Jonathan leaned back and
released his cock with a deep breath of relief.
As Jonathan looked down on his new conquest he felt a
deep satisfaction.. As Peter licked the cum off his
lips, Jonathan marveled at how quickly he had gone
from a resistant domineering top, to submissive little
fuck toy. Jonathan thought he would make a good
addition to his harem and was sure he would want to
stay.